The waves

what more is there to say? It says it all in the title =)

The waves are rolling,
they swirl to the shore,
eating up the sand once again.

Passing the coast,
running with the wind,
as they fly, fly over the sea.

The sound of the breeze,
the smell of the warmth,
that lingers across ones senses.

The rocks that they crash,
the pebbles that they carry,
the comfort they bring.

The End

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